2i6 A GARDEN DIARY 



awaken the whole world to admiration. Yet 

 they pass away unnoticed ; oblivion enshrouds 

 them, and they are never so much as heard of. 



When such suppressions, such seeming in- 

 justices, occur at the beginning of things, while 

 the sun is still high, and Time seems a friendly 

 factor, one is able to reassure oneself. One 

 says "Wait a little longer!" "The time will 

 come ! " When such illusion, however, is no 

 longer possible ; when the sands have run out, 

 or been scattered in mid-career ; what is one to 

 say then ? What faith, what philosophy, what 

 stoicism, or what mixture of all three, will enable 

 one to accept it without complaint ? 



